You were on the ground before them. It was your home and they invaded it, you wouldn't let that go. Anya, your Warrior Commander had told you and some others to keep a close watch on them, as you had been her best warrior, she trusted you would make it back safely and unseen. You did as she wanted, you respected her judgement and if that meant that those Sky People were bad news, then they were, no questions asked.

     You and some of the other Grounders had prepared yourselves for the night watch. You had perched yourself somewhere high up in a tree slightly further away from where the others had gone, but close enough to see the camp the teenagers had set up. You had been checking over your weapons to make sure that if they were needed then you wouldn't have any problems. When you heard twigs snap from underneath your tree, you glanced down. Your body on high alert. You had slowly taken out your bow and arrows and positioned them in the direction of the sounds.

     "Don't shoot," a deep voice called out and you moved your body and bow to face them, your eyes had already adjusted to the darkness so you could see him. He had his hands up and appeared to be alone. What a dumb thing to do. He was tall, you could tell that from where you had been, despite being higher up than him. He had dark hair which appeared black due to the lack of light that only came from the moon, and he wore all black.

     You didn't reply, which made him slightly on edge, he must have thought you didn't understand him as you tightened your grip on your bow and pulled the string back a bit more.

     "I'm not here to fight you, just let me get back to my camp safely and we won't have a problem, okay?" Negotiation? Really? Who does he think he is? He landed in your land and expects to be let go unpunished. No. "Do you understand me tree climber?" Perfectly clear trespasser, perfectly clear.

     You weren't too far off the ground so it wouldn't have hurt you as you jumped down to the ground bow still in hand and aimed at him. He stepped back and his jaw fluttered slightly as he tilted his head. He was watching you like you were his prey. Now he could see you. The light had reflected onto your face. Your eyes had black makeup across them creating a mask and you wore a mouth guard so the majority of your face went unseen by him.

     "Please. Just don't shoot my people need me." So, he was the leader. Anya would be pleased if you brought him to her, his people would crumble and burn without him, and he would do the same. His right hand moved to his back and he took out a shiny silver metal object, what was it? He positioned it so it aimed at you, but what was it?

     "Let me go and I won't shoot you, got it, tree climber?" Shoot? With what? The metal block? You'd like to see him try.

     A loud echo screamed around the woods. He lowered his block and you did the same to your bow. From the corner of your eye, you could see him looking at you, up and down like prey. You ran off in the direction of the scream which led you further away from his camp and towards a small clearing in the woods. You heard footsteps, loud crunches in the dead leaves, following you. Their leader.

     You saw a young girl surrounded by Reapers. What were they doing out at this time? But more importantly, why so many at once?

     The young girl was crying and struggling to get away. The man following you stopped and gasped slightly at them and looked at you as you shot one of them in the head making him drop to the floor unmoving.

     Dead.

     The three others turned their attention to you and came running towards you, letting the girl hide behind a tree. You shot one more before one of the remaining two grabbed your bow and pushed you to the ground. You saw the man pushed to the floor as well and his block thrown from his reach. You grabbed the knife from your belt and jammed it into the Reapers neck. Blood flooded onto you and he dropped onto your body. You pushed him off and went to help the man. The Reaper was about to slam a rock onto his head when you pushed your body into him and you both fell to the side.

     You hit your head on the rock and your vision went fuzzy. You heard another echo with a bang and the girl screamed. You felt your body leave the ground and heard hushed whispers.

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     You woke up to find your arms chained to walls and your armour in a pile over in the corner of the room. Your head ached still and your weapons were in the middle of the room along with your liquid filled vials spread out along the floor.

     Again, hushed whispers filled your head making it pound even more.

     You looked down to see your body stripped of your shirt, leaving you in your trousers and thick boots that had been slightly undone as if someone was looking for something, probably small weapons. Your chest was covered with your black bra and your face felt different, you didn't have your mask as it was onto of your armour pile and your eye makeup must have been washed off. You felt something trickle down the side of your face, it must have been from the wound you received when you hit your head.

     "B...You...Sh...Kill." What? You couldn't make out the sentences that they were saying which annoyed you, it sounded like a girl was talking though. You tried to move your arms but it hurt too much.

     "She...Saved...Could...Good," this time another girl spoke, she had a nicer voice and sounded younger.

     "O...Stay away...From...Could be dangerous," the first girl said, but this time it sounded a bit clearer.

     You lifted your head up and blinked to get used to the lighting, you saw the man standing there with his arms crossed watching you, although his face looked hard it looked like he wanted to help you. Next to him stood a blonde girl with blood over her shirt, she held an expression with mixed emotions. Next to the man stood a couple of boys who had been looking at you with narrowed eyes, and lastly stood a young girl with long brown hair and a pained expression. Anya wouldn't be happy about this. The man, who was still watching you sighed and spoke up,

     "Clarke get out of here. You two make sure she doesn't come up again for a while." The two boys nodded and pushed the blonde girl to what looked like a hatch in the ground. Where the hell is this place?

     "Octavia, you should go too," this time his voice was softer and he uncrossed his arms and put a hand on her shoulder. The air was getting thicker, you started to cough and felt something drip from your mouth, you looked down to see a small red puddle surrounding you and you looked back up to the girl who shrugged his hand off and she stepped forward towards you.

     "No Bellamy, she's hurt." Why would she care? Bellamy. What's a Bellamy?

     "O, she's a killer..." He tried to reason with her when she scoffed.

     "So are you." She glared at him before moving to the opposite side of the room, you looked forward to see another person tied up. Lincoln? He struggled against his restraints when the man walked towards you.

     "Bellamy, leave her alone," the young girl, Octavia, said. So, he's a Bellamy...His name was Bellamy. That makes more sense. "Please Bell, please, for me." Her face held so much pain as she looked from Bellamy to you, her eyes began to water and she sniffed before she walked towards the hatch and climbed down.

     "Fine." Bellamy huffed out but walked in front of you to block your view of Lincoln and his view of you. His face edged closer to you and he whispered. "Brave little Warrior-" His eyes scanned your face before lingering on your lips before pulling them back to your eyes. "You're not going anywhere."

     Lincoln began to yell out and thrash against the chains glaring at Bellamy who smirked at him and looked back over to you placing a hand on your face. "Sleep well, Warrior." With that said, he slowly walked back to the hatch and dropped down before locking it closed. Your eyes moved from the hatch and towards Lincoln who looked exhausted.

     "I'm so sorry little sister." His head dropped and tears filled your eyes and rolled down your cheeks.

     You're trapped...

AUTHORS NOTE:
— Friday, January 4th, 2019.

This is the only authors note that you will ever see on any of my imagines, I have never written one before, and I really hope I don't have to write another one again.

The reason why I am writing this, is because I am sick and tired of having to reply to comments, that ask for more parts for this imagine, when I have replied to other people's comments that have asked the same thing and told them that there are more parts, but they are in a separate book literally called 'Earthbound' on my profile.

I don't usually get this annoyed or sound this rude, so, please, don't take this note as a reflection of who I am or my personality. I'm just fed up of commenting the same thing over and over again.